Category Archives: w-

W- and I got to know each other over lots of carpool conversations. One time, he gave me a lift downtown. I asked him to drop me off at the Lillian Smith library, which was just a few blocks from my dorm. I had just discovered that I could order books online and have them delivered to a branch close to me, and I was looking forward to a quiet evening with a pile of books.

I hadn't expected forty-two books to arrive all at once.

I called W- on his cellphone and explained the situation. He drove back, loaded the books into his car, and helped me take the books to my place.

I wonder what he must thought when he saw me with those two large piles of books and big puppy-dog eyes.

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2009

After we cleared the dinner settings, W- sat down with Neal Stephenson's Diamond Age. He was nearly done with it, and had been amused by Stephenson's occasional geek references (pirates and ninjas! Lisp!). I started reading You've Got to Be Believed to Be Heard. When I finished before he did, he said, "Sometimes, you scare me." I made slurping sounds, and he laughed. We joke about this--I practically inhale books. Most nonfiction books are easy to skim. On the other hand, fiction and really well-written non-fiction are meant to be savoured.

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2009

"I have some more books for you," W- said as he walked in the door. He had dropped by the library at his workplace and picked up a few books: one book on women and success, and another book on design.

He often brings home books he knows I'll like. Two weeks ago, he brought home books about leadership, management, and workplace engagement. Before that, he brought home books on productivity, life, and comics.

He reads them as well. He likes how I bring a constant stream of books into his life, and often enjoys reading my finds.

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2009

We went to the library today. W- and I were browsing through the section for graphic novels. Flight Vol. 4 (Kazu Kibuishi) caught my eye. I picked it up and browsed through it, then tucked it into my to-read pile. When I looked up, I noticed that W- already had the next volume in his. That made me smile.

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2009

"There seem to be about fifty new books in my account," W- said over lunch.

I'd borrowed a great idea from a friend and had someone go through my long list of things to read, requesting them from the library if available. My assistant must have put the requests on W-'s library card instead of mine.

He laughed and corrected himself. "Okay, seventeen outstanding holds." He read a few titles and smiled. He knows who I am, what I read, and why I read what I read.

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I often tell people that my two main reasons for putting up with Toronto's winters are W- and the Toronto Public Library. In some countries like my homeland, books are hard to get. I want to change that. Someday.

I didn't feel well this morning either, so I stayed home with the cat. W- took care of both of us. I felt much better after a painkiller, so it turned out to be a pretty productive at-home day.
The cat bravely snarfed down her medicated food and then sniffled through the day, coming up to us for cuddles and spending the rest of the time watching squirrels and birds from her bed near the window. She used her litter box today - hooray!
We also attended the school barbecue and curriculum night. I asked the teacher what Grade 5 students typically found challenging, and how we might be able to help. He suggested checking out the Math textbook's companion website, asking her questions about reading and writing, and looking for ways to make far-off concepts like ancient Greece be more vivid. =) Time to build a model of the Parthenon!